Early the next morning, Hu Xiaochuan, who had been unconscious all night, finally woke up.
The moment he regained consciousness, Hu Xiaochuan immediately sensed that his body had changed somehow—it felt much lighter.
Qin Shaofeng did not need to tell him; Hu Xiaochuan naturally knew that his body had recovered and the toxins within him had been cleared out.
He even felt as though his body had become considerably stronger than before.
And that strength was no illusion.
That was because the special medicinal potion brewed from those spirit-energy-infused herbs the night before had all been force-fed to him by his father.
Then, throughout the night, Qin Shaofeng had intermittently used his own God-Demon Inner Qi to help him refine the medicinal potion. No matter how weak Hu Xiaochuan's body had been, it had now recovered—and even improved by no small measure.
Though he did not know any of this, merely sensing his current condition was enough to make Hu Xiaochuan shed tears of excitement. When he looked up and saw Qin Shaofeng, he immediately began shouting.
"Third Brother, I really have to thank you! I thought I'd never be able to cultivate again for the rest of my life. Thanks to you, I can cultivate again! For such a debt of gratitude, I, Hu Xiaochuan, would become an ox or a horse to repay you!"
"Oh, give it a rest!" Hu Hanyun shot him a glance from the side and sneered. "With the way you look, you think you can be someone's ox or horse?"
Qin Shaofeng merely smiled. "That's enough. We're brothers, so don't talk about repaying debts or anything like that!"
"Third Brother, you're the best!"
Qin Shaofeng's words stirred Hu Xiaochuan deeply. He sprang up and ran toward him, intending to give Qin Shaofeng a hug.